At 19, supermodel Jourdan Dunn gave birth to a son with sickle-cell anaemia. Now 21, she’s not just a catwalk queen, but a campaigner, too

J
ourdan Dunn is so extraordinarily gorgeous that as she sashays through the
restaurant in Chelsea where we are meeting for lunch, I almost have to rub
my eyes just to make sure I’m seeing straight. With her exquisitely
elongated limbs, a thick curtain of dark hair and mesmerisingly feline eyes,
I want to shrink her and put her in my pocket, just to look at when the
world seems grey and ugly.

“People have always stared at me, but not in a good way,” she laughs. “At
school I was the lanky, skinny chick called chicken legs. It made me almost
not want to leave the house, but I made myself get over it by forcing myself
to be more confident.”

Today, she brings that same sexy confidence to her work, so it’s hardly
surprising that in the modelling world she’s already something of an icon:
the right and natural